From Amazon: In A Dark, Dark Wood

What should be a cozy and fun-filled weekend deep in the English countryside takes a sinister turn in Ruth Ware’s suspenseful, compulsive, and darkly twisted psychological thriller.

Leonora, known to some as Lee and others as Nora, is a reclusive crime writer, unwilling to leave her “nest” of an apartment unless it is absolutely necessary. When a friend she hasn’t seen or spoken to in years unexpectedly invites Nora (Lee?) to a weekend away in an eerie glass house deep in the English countryside, she reluctantly agrees to make the trip. Forty-eight hours later, she wakes up in a hospital bed injured but alive, with the knowledge that someone is dead. Wondering not “what happened?” but “what have I done?”, Nora (Lee?) tries to piece together the events of the past weekend. Working to uncover secrets, reveal motives, and find answers, Nora (Lee?) must revisit parts of herself that she would much rather leave buried where they belong: in the past.

Oh boy. Let me just say, this book is not scary. Not as scary as it sounds and not as scary as Reese Witherspoon claims you will be! There’s a reason for that and so many thrillers are guilty of it. See, the author’s want to scare the pants off of us, but then they open the book after all of the action. In this case, Nora wakes up in the hospital, unable to remember exactly what happened at the weekend bachelorette party, only that something major did happen.

Well shit. Right away we know nothing happened to Nora at least. Kind of takes the fun out of it, right? She’s safe. If she really did kill someone, like she fears, well we haven’t forged a bond with any characters yet so we probably won’t be that affected. See what I mean? Just stop doing it thriller writers!


Turns out old Nora didn’t kill anyone. Not exactly. The old friend that invited Nora to this weekend in the woods (and what a weird ass bachelorette party, if I do say so myself) has gone all ‘Gone Girl’ and wants to avoid being caught in a years-old, boyfriend stealing, lie. The best way to do that is to frame Nora for murder and end her her husband-to-be’s life. Great idea.

Which reminds me, I’m pretty sick of books that turn women into enemies for no reason. Yes, it is all too common in real life for women to judge one another and spin in circles over endless and pointless competitions with each other. But as a plot device, its getting old.

It’s that competition and that pettiness that makes Claire decieve her best friend Nora, steal her man, and then resort to murder in order to keep it a secret.

This book was ok. I liked it’s potential, I like the writing. Ultimately though, Ruth Ware (and Reese Witherspoon) committed some pretty serious no-no’s that will keep me from  being snarky about it on my blog. I just can’t help myself.